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A young man stands with his hand on the guardrail, peering down into the crater.
Seeing only what he sees.
But the hang-glider above sees all.
Seeing what he sees
And what Greg sees.
Greg lets go and waves goodbye.
Into the crater, the reflection of the glider above
Lies on the shimmering water deep down.
Greg sees the sky behind the winged thing on its rippling surface.
Preferring the reflection rather than the reality.
Comfort washes over him.
The sky washes over all.
Seeing what it sees.
Seeing only what he sees.
But the hang-glider above sees all.
Seeing what he sees
And what Greg sees.
Greg lets go and waves goodbye.
Into the crater, the reflection of the glider above
Lies on the shimmering water deep down.
Greg sees the sky behind the winged thing on its rippling surface.
Preferring the reflection rather than the reality.
Comfort washes over him.
The sky washes over all.
Seeing what it sees.
Published 30th Jun 2013
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